In my Idle Chatter column in Marquee this week, I lament over my inability to see local rapper Tony B at any of his upcoming appearances. I've been trying to write about him, but the right moment hasn't appeared.

Since a real life Tony B sighting isn't an option, I'm resorting to social media and soaking up Tony's online presence.

Here are my favorite videos. If you are into shaky footage from clubs, there's plenty more for you to watch.

Well, tomorrow's centerpiece is about day parties at AthFest, and I've spent my afternoon talking to the folks behind them: at Caledonia, Little Kings and New Earth.

I mentioned earlier some talk about Reptar's show on Friday, and I thought I'd mention it in my story, but I didn't, so I'll recap now, as homegrown Southern rockers Radiolucent kick out the sweaty jams on the mainstage.

When I left off last night, Reptar was about to take the mainstage to close out the first night of AthFest. All I can say right now is that Washington Street got all cray cray in the best way possible. Our wonderful photographers AJ Reyonolds and Richard Hamm captured a lot of it.

If you read the last post, you know how hungry I was. But, alas, the only place accepting credit cards outdoors was Streets Food Truck, and those guys were on break, somewhere.

So I strolled over to Caledonia, who are hosting day parties on Friday and Saturday, because I'd heard there were free hot dogs. Turns out, that's tomorrow's marketing plan, not tonight.

Still, I popped in to see Golden Brown, a band made up of longtime locals playing a cheeky brand of indie rock, but think 1990s indie, weirdo stuff, not this mushy Arcade Fire-type crap polluting the airwaves.

AthFest's first three bands are of the country variety. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm a country music fan, but for a music festival not specifically country-centered, three country-ish acts in a row is a little much.

But now that I'm thinking about, or, really, sweating about it, southern folk and country music is the perfect soundtrack for the heat that's already sizzling my skin.

Last night's Flagpole Music Awards seemed to go off without a hitch, and it wasn't until after intermission that proceedings turned a bit tipsy.

Manray, who took best punk band honors, got the party roaring by jumping down from the balcony, onto a speaker stack and finally onto the stage. Jordan Olivera delivered an excited speech from behind a curtain as brother Derrek swigged from a bottle of something hidden in a canvas bag.

Soon, it turned up that the pit band, the jazzy Kenosha Kid, was sipping from a bottle of whiskey.